Wyatt and I ate with my parents last weekend when Justin was on duty. Taking full advantage of the longer evenings, I asked for us to go out to my dad’s plane and let Wyatt “fly” for a little while.
We haven’t been brave enough to let him actually go flying yet, but he loved sitting behind the controls and flipping switches, making plane noises.
Every time he hears a crop duster, he points up to the sky and says, “Pop! Airplane!”
With both of his grandpas that have pilot’s licenses, I think we’re going to have a little fly boy on our hands!